His name was Bill
he was trained to kill
fired at will
he was on the front line
his eyes were peered on no man's land
waiting for the slightest movement
wondering when the other side
would take the courage to jump out and run across
with his finger tips on the
trigger ready to let out his fury
knowing he had 3 gernades
in his left pocket
his gas mask around his neck
the fear of gas went through his head
will it blow over?
will he make it through?
or will he be shot be enemey
machine gun when he tried to escape?
a high pitch whisle goes
through the trench line
soaring like an eagle
they all take cover
for it has started
His name was Bill
he was trained to kill
fired at will
he was on the front line
his eyes were peered on no man's land
waiting for the slightest movement
wondering when the other side
would take the courage to jump out and run across
with his finger tips on the
trigger ready to let out his fury
knowing he had 3 gernades
in his left pocket
his gas mask around his neck
the fear of gas went through his head
will it blow over?
will he make it through?
or will he be shot be enemey
machine gun when he tried to escape?
a high pitch whisle goes
through the trench line
soaring like an eagle
they all take cover
for it has started